December 20, 5027 Day-71
this is 71st day of this treacherous journey. Mark has been encouraging me to start writing about the days as he has just in case something happens to us out here. the violent winds and cold weather isnât helping with the fact that food is scarce. itâs just scaring all of the potential prey away. today we saw a flock of birds migrating to a warmer place. i wish i would fly away to warmth and joy just as they do. anyways, todays just like the 70 others. searching for food and shelter. i donât know why King Theodore sent us out here. itâs not like what weâre looking for is even real.
December 23, 5027 Day-74
no sign of the pigion tailed flying whale. King sent me and Mark, the worlds two weakest men to send out to a freezing cold place with no shelter. he didnât even supply us with anything. ever since the explosion 200 years ago, the world has became a run down horror movie.
December 25, 5027 Day-76
christmas hasnât been celebrated in 600 years. apparently today would be that day judging by pictures found on âcell phonesâ. i wonder what it would be like to have a phone. today Mark and i finally found a dead rat. i hope itâs not poisonous because honestly we just ate it raw.
December 30, 5027 Day-81
i donât know where Mark is. if u find this i need help. we sighted the pigion tailed flying whale. King said not to make eye contact with it, Mark did. I fainted and woke up in a strange land and Mark is gone. please send help. im leaving this journal under a tree. if you find this, just know Mark was a strong man. he was a fighter and loved his family. donât let his legacy be forgotten.
April 18, 9056
My name is 79812-67 project 75. I found this journal in my Momâs attic, I wonder who Mark is. Such a strange name. I think I may take this and make it my journal now. I donât know weâll see.
April 20, 9056
Well I decided to make this journal mine! Today when I flew to the House and they plugged me into the simulator it felt different. Sometimes I get tired of being experimented on. My Mom says itâs something we all have to go through in this world. I donât know itâs getting stranger and stranger seeing how the world used to be vs how it is now. Maybe someday it will stop, it just seems like a wrong of living. It gives me weird dreams too.
May 14, 9056
Itâs been a while, things have changed. I got taken away from mom and now even more experiments are being done on me. Sometimes when Iâm not at the House people will run away and yell a strange name at me. âVAMPIREâ they shout. Yesterday someone even tried to grab me and pull me into the back of their car. I donât know, I just miss my mom. Sometimes I feel safer and the House.
79812-67 project 75 has been taken away. She knows she shouldnât be writing about her experiences. Sheâs in a safer place now. -The Guardian
The door opened with a creak Suddenly all of the forgotten memories rushed back to me Some unwanted
I peered at all of the collected dust This was once a lively place A place of laughs and occasional cries
My attachment to this room was acrane I had long been arthist to come back here I was just too afraid of how it would make me feel
My eyes began to fill to the brim with tears at the the sight of my old record player It was a elysian shade of pink
Thinking of all of the ephemeral joys of childhood was tugging on the frail strings of my tampered heart
I slightly chuckled at the slipshod painting job me and my younger sister did
I laid in my old twin size bed remenising in the past
Too bad childhood is a smaller portion to life than adult hood
She is starving to be loved, but canât open her mouth.
She wants to live life happily with grace in her steps, but memory of past lovers linger.
They haunt her mind.
Sheâs starving, and refuses to open her mouth. No one even sees it. She wonât let herself get fed.
âWhat if I get too attached?â she questions. âWhat if I enjoy this far too much?â she asks herself.
Maybe one day sheâll open her sealed mouth and indulge in affection and peace.
She screams out to the world that sheâs too full, she doesnât want more food. Could this be true?
Some have never seen her finish a full plate, sheâll leave and get angry when someone else tries to finish it.
She comes back stomping with anger claiming she was about to eat the rest of her meal.
Sheâll sit down and take a bite, she leaves again.
The cycle continues.
** Breathing heavily I scramble around the room to find something to cram open the door. âTik tock tik tock,â the clock keeps repeating over and over again until I feel as if my ears are about to bleed. âHello, Kasey,â I hear as a dark figure begins emerging from the dark and into my vision. A bright light flickers on at my left, I look over and itâs a timer with big red numbers. â5 minutes on this timer,â the figure says while floating closer to me. For a split second It was almost like I was chocking on air. âWhat do you want from me?â I canât believe I could even form a word in this moment, a sentence at that. âShh, youâll see.â The figure stopped moving, still like a statue.** ** I started to turn my head left and right looking at the bright white walls of the room. Iâve been stuck in here nearly an eternity I may just go crazy. ** ** With my breath stuck in my airways I scream on the very top of my lungs âWHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!â No response. I began to back up, but before I knew it I felt the soft pillow like touch of the wall, panting. ** ** As the mysterious figure moves closer my eyes began to gloss over with milky tears. âNo no no, this simply canât be true,â I think to myself. âThis canât possibly be the way I die!â ** ** As they get less then inches away from my face, I realize who this is. âJared?â I question. âYes, Kasey. It is me,â he replies. âPlease donât do this,â my shakey voice cracks as he pulls out a knife from his side pocket. âI LOVED YOU!â he begins screaming while his eyes fill to the brim with tears nearly overflowing. âI loved you Kasey, and you left me. You left me all alone in the time I needed you most.â âJare. . . please no! I loved you too, but sometimes things donât work out.â I tremble. âDonât call me Jare!â he shouts. Rivers began flowing from his eyes as he falls to the metal flooring. ** ** âTickâ the timer went down to 3:00 minutes. I was trying with all of my might to not think about the endless possibilities of horrid things that could happen at 0:00. âJared, we tried our hardest. It wasnât meant to be and I couldnât handle the constant arguing. It was so painful for you and I. Neither of us deserved it.â I say trying to make my words sound as calm as possible. âI needed you,â Jared cried out to me. ** ** He quickly gets up and pushes me to the ground. âTickâ 2:00 minutes left. My heart pounding I think of every possible thing to stop him from taking my life away from me. âAubry!â I shout in hopes the name will catch his attention and help to show me some sympathy. âWhat about her?â he says while picking up the knife and bringing it closer to me. âShe misses you, you know that? She wishes you came around more. Sheâs just 9, but she blames herself for you leaving. I guess all of our âannoying little sisterâ jokes got the best her,â I attempt to chuckle as I weep. âReally?â Jared questions. âYes Jare!â ** ** I look to my left and see the blinding red numbers read 1:10. âDonât hurt me, it will only hurt her more,â I whimper. He slowly began to lift his body off of mine. Seeing the rivers flow out of his ocean blue eyes was like a stab in the heart, but considering the fact he was literally about to stab me in the heart thereâs not a bone in my body that makes me want to show sympathy. Though, it will benefit me and my life. So I assume I will, but only for my selfish needs.** ** Jared has always had problems, and I knew that. I knew he has bipolar disorder and severe anger issues. It was sad, really. I just didnât know it was quite this bad. So bad to the point where heâd take another beings life to numb his hurt. Itâs terrible, it truly is. ** ** 00:50. 50 seconds to convince my phycotic ex not to murder me. âThis is the endâ those four words kept haunting my mind. âJared please let me go, you will find someone else,â I explained. âIn 30 seconds this room will begin to catch on fire, Kasey,â he whispers in a low tone. âJare-â I tremble âI SAID DONâT CALL ME THAT! LISTEN TO ME! Iâm going to go now, this hasnât gone as planned. Iâll be sure to give your family a call and tell them how I found you stranded on the side of the road and took you in. How I then found you lying dead on the spare bedroom floor.â he said turning his back and walking away. âJARED! NO!â I howled. His figure disappeared.** ** A voice came on from from the speakers hung in the four corners of the room. â5, 4, 3, 2, 1,â I closed my eyes and braced myself for what was about to happen. Heat began to wash over my body and I felt it getting closer. Nothing can make me open my eyes. I canât watch. I continue to pray in my head in hopes the Lord hasnât decided itâs my time to go. ** ** âAHHâ I groan in pain. The flames were beginning to overtake my body. Iâm burning, Iâm burning alive. As I take my last breath and crack my eyes open, I see a glimpse of Jared through an open door staring. ** ** Then it all went dark.**
